“You know, sometimes, it’s difficult to know ourselves, recognize ourselves. We want to be open to love, open to friendship, open to everything we have ever dreamed of. But we hold back, not knowing why, we hide, not being able to reach out. We’re a lost soul, a soul that has forgotten itself, a soul that is struggling to remember itself, but, it cannot. Frustration is all that is left. Pain… anger… and there seems no way out.
There’s just a stranger left. A stranger that needs us, a stranger that resides within us. That can be you, That can be me. For that stranger, we have to hide from the world. We have to go and this time, I have to go…”
World of Words 